I love you, not really: a poem

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At this moment
I do not know how to escape myself
I feel as if the universe has swallowed me whole
into a black hole of pitch black
abscence and loss and yearning
like words wrapped around my throat
constricting my thoughts, the sense of sanity.
You see, the problem is
I see with my own eyes and feel with my own heart
I do not borrow someone else's
and place them as my own.
The problem is to feel everything at once
and get nothing in return.
I know, I am doomed,
some people call it love, yet
if it is one sided it can't be love.
All I ever wanted was simple.
Simplicity as an art form in the back of your hand touching mine, evolutioning, creating
simply existing as a language spoken by few.
'Sorry' you begged. No,
I am sorry for drawing
kindness behind a pair of deceiving eyes,
a warm spirit, a caring soul.
It's all an act! While I am here starting to sound demented.
God, I need to peel you off of my skin, permanently remove you from heart.
You are not to blame, yet
I blame you for making me a devouted follower of the endless oceans you carry within your gaze.
You are like a drug I cannot stop consuming.
For me you mean the beggining , the end
and everything in between.
My dear, you are the universe in static motion.
I guess I am in love after all.
Do not worry,
not with you, but the idea of you, or maybe
just someone.

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